Fire Flies

Fire Flies

by Grace Wilson Copeland

I like to chase the fire flies,

Chase them to and fro;

I like to watch them dart about,

Their little lamps aglow.

 

In the evening's twilight dim

I follow them about;

I often think I have one caught,

And then his light goes out.

 

I cannot tell just where he is

Until he winks, you see,

Then far away I see his light,

He's played a joke on me.